All the Way (Romancing Manhattan #1)(47)

“He missed the fuck life,” she says with a wise nod. “And I can’t blame him.”

“You’re silly.” But man, I hope that’s the case, because I miss him.

Which is silly. He’s only been gone for like thirty-six hours.

There’s a knock on the door, and I hurry over to answer it.

“Hey!” I throw myself in his arms and hug him tightly. “You’re here!”

“I’m here.” He leans back so he can look at me and smiles widely. “And you’re drunk.”

“Tipsy,” I correct him. “And I’m so glad you’re here because you finally get to meet my BFF, Sasha.”

“Well, helloooooo there,” she says, looking him up and down. And who can blame her? I mean, look at him.

“Nice to meet you, Sasha.”

“I get it now,” she says to me with a nod. “And when the salt and pepper starts? Holy fuck.”

“Right?”

“I’m missing something,” Finn says, but I just shake my head no.

“I should go,” Sasha says.

“No, I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening,” Finn says. “I just got back to town and thought I’d stop and say hi.”

“It’s okay,” Sasha replies, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. “I need to call my fuck life. I don’t want to waste this tequila.”

She hugs me, and wiggles her fingers good-bye as she walks out the door.

“Please tell me she’s taking a cab,” Finn says.

“Oh yeah, we don’t drive in the city.”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me softly. “You smell like tequila.”

“That’s because I’ve been drinking it,” I reply, and drag my fingertips down his cheek. “We don’t do this often, but tonight it felt good.”

“I’m glad.”

“That I don’t do it often, or that it felt good?”

“Both.” He kisses my forehead, and even that makes my girl parts tingle.

I giggle.

“What?” he asks.

“You make my girl parts tingle,” I whisper.

“Is that right?”

“You’ve been making my girl parts tingle for some time now.” He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into my bedroom and drops me on the bed. “And I like it when you carry me.”

“I know.” He takes off his suit jacket and lays it on the chair in the corner. “What else do you like?”

“I like how professional you look in a suit.”

His lips twitch, and I want to bite him. Just because.

“Well, that’s good, because I wear them a lot.” He takes off his tie and then unbuttons his shirt and they join the suit jacket.

“I also like the way you look when you’re not wearing a suit.”

He laughs now and steps out of his pants and drops his underwear and he’s standing before me gloriously naked.

And turned on.

“That might have been the sexiest striptease I’ve ever seen.”

“I bet you can do better,” he replies, his brown eyes shining with fun and lust, and I decide to take that bet.

I climb off the bed, push him to sit on the edge of it, and walk a few steps away from him, my back to him. I cock one hip out to the side, my legs spread wide, and cross my arms so I can grip the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

I spin to face him and toss it in his face. I’m just in my bra and shorts now. I do a little dance, moving my hips back and forth, then hook my thumbs in my shorts and turn to the side so he has a profile view of me lowering the shorts slowly down my legs.

I’m bent all the way over now. I glance his way and bite my lip when I see that he’s stroking himself, not shy in the least about pleasuring himself at the sight of me.

That’s fucking hot.

I stand and turn my back to him again and reach behind me to unfasten my bra, let it slide down my arms, and when I turn, my arms are covering my breasts, holding the open bra in place.

“Let it go,” he commands, his voice gruff.

“You’re not in charge of this striptease,” I reply, and make a tsk tsk noise. He raises a brow, but he’s smiling, enjoying the show.

Turning my back again, I let the bra fall and loop my thumbs into my bikini panties, and with Finn staring right at my ass, I pull them down my legs, and like I did with the shorts, I bend completely over, giving him a prime view of the goods.

I hear him gasp, and before I can turn around, he’s behind me, one hand on my ass, and one gliding down the length of my spine.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” he asks. His hand slides down the crack of my ass, over my anus, and to my wet pussy, where his fingers tickle and rub before he slides a finger inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter. I’m dizzy and so damn turned on I don’t know what to do with myself.

And I don’t have to know because Finn guides me to the bed, but doesn’t have me lie on my back. No, he keeps me bent over and falls to his knees so he can drive me absolutely insane with his talented mouth.

I have to grip on to the covers, bury my face in the bed, and cry out as he makes me come, not just once, but twice.